Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Aubrey’s POV

After leaving the Lynn estate, I handed the share transfer contract to my father and watched as he signed it. Under the moonlight, the golden threads woven into the parchment shimmered coldly

used to bind contracts between werewolf families.

When he finally set down the pen, I exhaled deeply.

a sacred mark

It was done. The Mary family’s assets were officially severed from the Lynn family. The legacy my grandfather left behind would no longer be tainted by their greed.

Still, I couldn’t help but warn, “Dad, reclaiming these shares wasn’t easy. Don’t let Aurelia trick you again.”

His face flushed slightly. After a moment’s pause, he looked at me and hesitated. “Aubrey… what you said at the party… was it all true?”

“Of course.” I didn’t even blink.

“Then why didn’t you ever tell me before?”

His voice sounded strained – a tangle of shame and urgency.

I let out a faint laugh. “And if I had? Would you have believed me?”

His shoulders slumped. He knew the answer as well as I did. He had trusted Aurelia and Bailey too easily, too blindly. His expression fell into a gray kind of remorse, and he choked out an apology. “I’m sorry, Aubrey. I’ve failed you… and I’ve failed your mother.”

“Enough,” I cut him off. “The past is over. Just be smarter from now on.”

With that, I turned and walked away.

Back at the apartment, I dove into my research for the werewolf medic team. Whether or not Alpha Henry would support me, this was something I needed to do. I already had a few candidates in mind, drawn from memories of my past life, but I still had more groundwork to lay.

The next morning, I went out for a run. Along the way, I overheard people talking – the old Lynn family patriarch had fallen ill. They claimed it was because an omega – me – had infuriated him.

help

the chance

whole damn family

I didn’t care. I didn’t need a good reputation. I wasn’t trying to

got back to my building, an

And there he was.

Alpha Henry.

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The

at his feet littered with cigarette butts clearly,

walked over slowly.

me and said steadily, “I found

been doing all this

Daria -the werewolf who could

“Where?” I asked.

“Get in the car.“.

I didn’t hesitate.

*

a

Ocean Villa. Once inside, he turned on the massive screen that took up nearly an entire wall

to ask what was going

Mariana’s voice.

A concert?

sharpened, locking on the screen. It was one of Mariana’s tour performances – flashy, dazzling,

said quietly. “Mariana… she’s a ruthless woman. I met

–

“If she could poison someone, if she could steal someone’s art… then how could she possibly

and said nothing, staring at

face appeared – delicate, angelic and